“You know, some people here were willing to pay for that kind of service, but a lot of people have the money but don’t want to spend it.” He looks at me, pointing his finger and nodding slightly. “I think it’s just a matter of personality. Truly, I do.”
I smile in response, looking down at my hands as I dry them. It doesn’t take but one glance around the building surrounding us to know that money is a stark marker between types of people. “I think you’re right, it does depend on personality.”
As he walks away, I think about all the times I’ve seen him striding around the dealership lot, always with a purpose. The fine lines around his eyes and the slightly hunched-over posture belies a tired soul. Yet, though another of my coworkers dismisses his abilities—due to his age, of course—but I’m not so quick to judge. I find that the most capable of us out there are more comfortable away from the spotlight, the responsibilities, and even the big money.